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	<title>Comments on: QotD: Death</title>
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	<description>The Weblog of Erik J. Barzeski</description>
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		<title>By: John C. Welch</title>
		<link>http://nslog.com/2005/06/30/qotd_death#comment-16030</link>
		<dc:creator>John C. Welch</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2005 03:48:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Here&#039;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bynkii.com/archives/2005/07/blame_nslog_for.html&quot;&gt;my story&lt;/a&gt;. It&#039;s a little long for comments I think...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here's <a  href="http://www.bynkii.com/archives/2005/07/blame_nslog_for.html">my story</a>. It's a little long for comments I think...</p>
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		<title>By: The Bynk Zone</title>
		<link>http://nslog.com/2005/06/30/qotd_death#comment-16032</link>
		<dc:creator>The Bynk Zone</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2005 03:47:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;strong&gt;Blame NSLog() for this one&lt;/strong&gt;

When I say it here, in reference to thebelow incident, I mean that for probably the longest 45 seconds of my life,I truly believed that I was about to check out.I was at *funeral* of all places, sitting in the corner with the morbidpeople, drinking som...
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Blame NSLog() for this one</strong></p>
<p>When I say it here, in reference to thebelow incident, I mean that for probably the longest 45 seconds of my life,I truly believed that I was about to check out.I was at *funeral* of all places, sitting in the corner with the morbidpeople, drinking som...</p>
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		<title>By: Steve Streza</title>
		<link>http://nslog.com/2005/06/30/qotd_death#comment-16029</link>
		<dc:creator>Steve Streza</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2005 00:42:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This past (nasty) winter I was driving home from work, on slushy, snowy, icy roads, doing about 15 in a 35.  It was a Saturday, and I was in downtown Cleveland, when a drunken idiot pulls out of a parking lot as I&#039;m about 100 feet away.  I can&#039;t stop the car because of all the snow, and I plow right into him.  My car gets pushed into the other lane of traffic where they, luckily, were able to stop, because if they didn&#039;t that would&#039;ve screwed me up somethin awful.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This past (nasty) winter I was driving home from work, on slushy, snowy, icy roads, doing about 15 in a 35.  It was a Saturday, and I was in downtown Cleveland, when a drunken idiot pulls out of a parking lot as I'm about 100 feet away.  I can't stop the car because of all the snow, and I plow right into him.  My car gets pushed into the other lane of traffic where they, luckily, were able to stop, because if they didn't that would've screwed me up somethin awful.</p>
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		<title>By: kendrick</title>
		<link>http://nslog.com/2005/06/30/qotd_death#comment-16028</link>
		<dc:creator>kendrick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 23:13:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was 9 my family went camping.  My cousin and I were playing tag or somesuch in the campsite and, while running away, I tripped a few feet away from the metal ring around the firepit.  My head landed 3-4&quot; away from the &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt; of the ring, which surely would&#039;ve knocked me unconscious had I hit it.  There was a hearty fire blazing at the time.Early in high school, I was trying to catch up with some friends while walking to a concert in downtown Dallas.  In my haste, I neglected to look both ways before crossing a light rail line... of course there was an electric (nearly silent) train ~10 feet away.While jogging two summers ago, I blacked out, collapsed, and woke up in an ambulance.  After a couple of days of testing, the docs found that I had a congenital malformed coronary artery.  I probably had a greater likelihood of dying than living that night.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was 9 my family went camping.  My cousin and I were playing tag or somesuch in the campsite and, while running away, I tripped a few feet away from the metal ring around the firepit.  My head landed 3-4" away from the <i>inside</i> of the ring, which surely would've knocked me unconscious had I hit it.  There was a hearty fire blazing at the time.Early in high school, I was trying to catch up with some friends while walking to a concert in downtown Dallas.  In my haste, I neglected to look both ways before crossing a light rail line... of course there was an electric (nearly silent) train ~10 feet away.While jogging two summers ago, I blacked out, collapsed, and woke up in an ambulance.  After a couple of days of testing, the docs found that I had a congenital malformed coronary artery.  I probably had a greater likelihood of dying than living that night.</p>
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		<title>By: Brian</title>
		<link>http://nslog.com/2005/06/30/qotd_death#comment-16027</link>
		<dc:creator>Brian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 21:38:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Girls are way worth it, dude.



Yesterday I walked into traffic. They put a new light up on my street, and I totally forgot about it. After being almost-hit like, ten times, I got to the other side and wondered why nobody stopped at the sign like usual, and then remembered the light and felt like an ass.



Aw well. Nobody lives forever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Girls are way worth it, dude.</p>
<p>Yesterday I walked into traffic. They put a new light up on my street, and I totally forgot about it. After being almost-hit like, ten times, I got to the other side and wondered why nobody stopped at the sign like usual, and then remembered the light and felt like an ass.</p>
<p>Aw well. Nobody lives forever.</p>
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		<title>By: Heinrich Beck</title>
		<link>http://nslog.com/2005/06/30/qotd_death#comment-16026</link>
		<dc:creator>Heinrich Beck</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 21:14:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once rode my motorcycle from Brawdy, Wales to Stuttgart, Germany all in once shot. It 18 hours on the bike, with a break on the Dover Ferry.



At the tail end of the trip, I was on the AUTOBAHN, doing 80 mph or so, and the road &quot;hypnotized&quot; me and I momentarily feel asleep on the bike.



A Mercedes Benz that I was drifting into honked it&#039;s horn, which woke me up. Had it not been there, I would have been a 300 foot smudge on the autobahn.



I stopped at the next gasthaus, got some coffee and had to sit a bit to calm the nerves.



(Why did I do it all on one-shot? I wanted to see a girl... of course)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once rode my motorcycle from Brawdy, Wales to Stuttgart, Germany all in once shot. It 18 hours on the bike, with a break on the Dover Ferry.</p>
<p>At the tail end of the trip, I was on the AUTOBAHN, doing 80 mph or so, and the road "hypnotized" me and I momentarily feel asleep on the bike.</p>
<p>A Mercedes Benz that I was drifting into honked it's horn, which woke me up. Had it not been there, I would have been a 300 foot smudge on the autobahn.</p>
<p>I stopped at the next gasthaus, got some coffee and had to sit a bit to calm the nerves.</p>
<p>(Why did I do it all on one-shot? I wanted to see a girl... of course)</p>
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		<title>By: Random Eyes</title>
		<link>http://nslog.com/2005/06/30/qotd_death#comment-16031</link>
		<dc:creator>Random Eyes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 21:05:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;strong&gt;Answering Erik&#8217;s QOTD&lt;/strong&gt;

Here are two moments that came pretty close to my demise.

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<p>Here are two moments that came pretty close to my demise.</p>
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		<title>By: Chris Karr</title>
		<link>http://nslog.com/2005/06/30/qotd_death#comment-16025</link>
		<dc:creator>Chris Karr</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2005 20:57:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve almost met my end via rattlesnakes. Several times in my life, I&#039;ve almost stepped on the things (while being hundreds of yards away from any medical help or phones) . They never bit me, though, so I have great respect for the creatures.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I've almost met my end via rattlesnakes. Several times in my life, I've almost stepped on the things (while being hundreds of yards away from any medical help or phones) . They never bit me, though, so I have great respect for the creatures.</p>
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